The older lady who lives across the street was always giving me peeks up her sundress from behind on hot summer days. Once, she saw me staring and came across the street and said if I wanted to, I could have her panties at the end of the day. Later that night, I told my wife I was going to go across the street and talk to her husband. I knew he wasn't home (night shift that week). She met me at the front door and told me to go around back. When I entered, she showed me the panties, and then stuffed them down the front of my shorts. She told me to go home and have fun with them. That's the only time she ever did that.
— Ross, 55